Saturday, April 04, 2009

If only...

The lattice work of indefinites were working overtime. I was no longer as confident as I was when we were intorduced. I thought you made perfect sense. But you were listnening to me none the less.  And I thought I was making perfect sense to you until you said "huh?" It was all downhill from there. Damn.

Friday, April 03, 2009

self-pity? (think of a better title please...)

Had it been any clearer, it would have solved everything that was troubling young Mr. Bufford. Truly the coin was god. It was either one or the other. Heads or tails. Only when it came out heads did Mr. Bufford question god. "Why is god against me?" he thought.

Monday, March 30, 2009

Have I failed you?

Is your step no longer as springy? Is the food no longer as spicy? Are your waking moments no longer as worth looking forward to? I guess it's because i failed you. I provided you with all that but yet somehow, i fell short. I'm sorry. And by the way, fuck you.

Sunday, March 29, 2009

matters

in the efficiency of individualism, it may be a wonder that the lack of existential know how is absent. It may be that i am the absolute you that you ever wanted to be. it's just that i don't live my life quite the way you pictured your life as. that's actually your problem then... or is it mine... the me that i am you is... you? or is it it's not you it's me?

Friday, March 27, 2009

Exist

With you being you, that makes me being me a problem. I live only to fulfill you, But you are irrevocably hasty. You do not see the me that I put into being the me for you. This wouldn't actually be a problem if I didn't think you were important.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

mustering

why was Gilbert forever in wariness? The space betweem his eybrows was regerded forever in cheap commentary and wild discussion.  the wrongness thou'art perceive is but s reckoning of ideas. I am just like you are.And if you start to see the me i refer to, it is too late for you,

Monday, March 23, 2009

just drunken bloggins...

Benny got the best of it. He was forever the person who got the most stars. He laughed at everyone, reveling in the ease of his popularity. He was envied by his peers so much that he never knew what aspect of him was there to be envious about. When he found out, self-conciousness came into effect. That was when he started destroying himself.